The first dream I recall from last night began with myself in a hilly region without any trees at all; I thought I would like to explore any forests that might be nearby but all of the trees had been cut down as far as I could see.
I then found myself in a construction yard in Japan near some children who were wearing white robes; I thought they might be studying to be monks, although the robes were probably more like bathrobes. The children didn't seem to object as I attempted to take a nap lying on some cinder blocks near a half-completed building. I also thought I should remember the names of six different types of Japanese noodle so my sister (whom I supposed to be nearby) could order them confidently (such as "udon onegaishimasu", for example).
I then observed a TV broadcast of an NFL game between the Giants and Broncos in which the teams lined up in a high-walled concrete channel (perhaps an aqueduct or drainage channel) rather than on grass or turf. Although the clock began running, neither team ran a play as both coaches and their assistants seemed to deliberate what to do at great length.